• Fitness

    I’m Going To Be A Fitness Instructor!

    This… has surprisingly worked out well. I’ve got a new desk, I’ve got a coconut coffee, and I’ve just taken the plunge and purchased the ACE Group Fitness Instructor pack. Holy shit, I’ve done it. Or rather, I’m doing it. After a year of contemplating it, forgetting about it, coming close to enrolling in it and then going travelling long-term and putting it on hold, I have now made getting this certification a priority. A priority because I made myself a promise that I would find a career path upon my return to London, and because I now finally feel ready to dedicate my time and money to something which…

  • Scribbles,  Travel

    The Cow That Came For Her Midday Lunch

    I was shopping for healing crystals in Pushkar’s main street when it happened. ‘Excuse me,’ the shopkeeper said, standing up, ‘I just have to see to something.’ Grabbing a plastic bag tucked underneath the counter, he strolled outside and crouched at the entrance of the door, watching. A second later, a cow paused beside him before trundling off down the road. ‘Everything okay?’ I asked as he sat back down opposite me, displaying more crystals aimed at improving strength, health and more. ‘Oh yes,’ he drawled. ‘That’s just my cow. Everyday she comes by at 12pm for her lunch.’ I was fascinated. ‘What’s her lunch!?’ I enquire enthusiastically. ‘A chapatti.…

  • Love

    How Do You Know If You’re in Love?

    Pretty much everyone knows I’m seeing someone. Everyone including my friends, my housemates, my colleagues, my students, my fellow gym goers, my taxi drivers, the supermarket workers, the guys at my favourite Padang restaurant, complete and utter strangers… You name someone and I guarantee they know. But just in case, if they don’t know, let me know so I can let them know. Although I don’t think my parents know. Not properly anyway. And shh, don’t tell them! The fact they even have an inkling is enough. Anyway, there is a point to this drawn out spiel and it’s basically this: everyone knows I have a partner because I tell everyone I have a…

  • Travel

    In The Dead of Night

    Maybe it’s because I grew up in London that I’d never seen fireflies before. Maybe they don’t even populate the UK. I have no idea. After all, I’ve barely seen a bright night in my city, the millions of lamps and high levels of pollution taking away its natural wonders, so how on earth would I ever see something as delicate and as quietly beautiful as a firefly? In the past I’d only ever seen them in American films: young boys capturing them and putting them in glass jars to marvel at them or give them as a gift to impress a girl, but never in person, never in real…

  • Moving Abroad,  Travel

    I’m Pregnant!?

    My ojek (motorbike taxi) driver thought I was pregnant the other day. ‘Aww, Miss! You’re carrying a baby?’ he cooed as he pulled up, gesturing to my stomach. I clambered onto the back of the motorbike and locked my helmet in place, debating. ‘Um, yeah.’ ‘I knew it! How many months, Miss?’ Fuck. What number should I give him? Clearly I’m showing so I can’t be less than three, but surely I can’t look as big as seven? ‘Five.’ ‘Congratulations, Miss!’ My newfound pregnancy was news to me. I thought I had just merely had a huge dinner of rice and cap cay and was wearing a more mature, you’ve-got-it-together wrap dress,…

  • Moving Abroad

    Help! I Need Friends!

    I’ve been living in West Java, Indonesia, for over six weeks now, and I’m trying to do the impossible: make friends. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating and it’s not impossible as such, but it’s as difficult as I thought it would be. Mainly because: 1) I’m an introvert 2) It takes me a very long time to consider anyone a friend, even if I see them all the time 3) I started working three weeks ago, so now my time is being stretched thin and I have a lot less hours in the day to do anything let alone go out out into central Jakarta and meet people for salsa or book clubs or…

  • Love

    Driven by Passion

    I know it’s not the most romantic of things to say that the meme of those dogs driving a car to Charlie XCX’s Vroom Vroom reminds me of you, but it does. The caption itself is what kills it for me: ‘*school starts at 8.40* me at 9.26,’ cue dogs skidding in the snow from driving too fast. That whole meme is you every, single, morning. Whether your ass is late for work or late in picking me up for a lunch date, without fail you are delayed, driving calmly but with panic running through your blood. You’d state there are exceptions though, and I’d grudgingly have to agree. Exceptions when…

  • Travel

    How (Not) To Ride a Scooter in Thailand

    ‘Those lucky drivers, getting to have your hands on them!’ That was what my beau said when I told him I was frequently taking ojeks (motorbike taxis) to get around my new neighbourhood in Bekasi, Indonesia. I was appalled. ‘Hell no, I’m not touching them! I hold on to the back!’ These days I don’t even do that, because after three weeks I’m now confident enough to merely place my hands on my legs like the locals, sometimes even texting and sending photos to my darling of me in the helmet and mouth mask. I was bored of sticking out like a sore thumb as I held on, people keen…

  • Moving Abroad,  Travel

    OMG! The Roof Fell In! My First Two Weeks in Indonesia

    Five days into my arrival and I was already packing up to leave. Turning to face my two housemates in the dark evening, they merely rolled their eyes before throwing their suitcases into the back of the taxi. They’d already been on this rodeo. I sighed and did the same, hoisting my bag containing my pyjamas and prayer beads atop my shoulder as I slid into the car, ready to go to the new apartment we’d be living in for the next week. I hadn’t even been in our current one for a week. — It had started in the morning, when I’d heard a huge crash followed by shrieks.…

  • Love,  Travel

    Dancing In The Street

    I didn’t understand what all of the commotion was until I got closer. Hundreds of people were on the narrow street, spilling out into the traffic and blocking the vendors selling ‘kebabs! Kebabs!’ and mint tea late into the night. I was just looking for food, peckish after my day of exploring temples of Luxor, and thought I would take a short walk from my hostel to see what I could get. I fancied hummus, or maybe ful medames, served with generous helpings of pickled vegetables and pitta bread. I thought I might pick up a pastry too, as I had the previous day. What I found instead was a…